Why Didn’t the Skeleton Cross the Road?

Joelle said in the early morning on October 31, 2007

He didn’t have any guts! *slaps knee*

I’m not sure when I stopped noticing Halloween was drawing near.  I stopped trick-or-treating in my early teens and through my 20’s, never was really much of a party animal. A few years ago a friend and I threw one, some of you may remember… Vamp, I think it was called. That was fun, even though no one showed up, it rained and there was no place for the DJ to set up.  Good times!

I need to run up to the store for some candy before my morning meeting because I totally spaced out on the fact that since I now live in a neighborhood and not a giant apartment complex, I may actually get some trick-or-treaters this year. I suppose that also means I’ll have to put on something other than my bathrobe.  Of course,if there’s ever a day I can go to the store in my pajamas, this is it.  Ladies, tell me you’ve never resorted to the last minute “little girl” outfit. Easiest and most comfortable costume ever. Jammies. Pigtails. Freckles. Slippers. Teddy Bear. You’re out the door. Except now in hindsight, it sounds a little creepy, for some reason…

I scanned a few of my Halloween photos from my youth.  I shame myself for your enjoyment, people. Don’t say I never gave you anything.  (Feel free to click through to Flickr to see them better.)

This was taken in 1976 when I was just about to turn three.  I think I was a weird hobo clown or something. I found another photo where I’ve got a funny nose on with this and one of those kerchiefs tied to a stick (I can’t remember the name for those).  You can see how much I was enjoying it.

This next one was from 1980.  My grandmother made me that hideous blue clown costume and I remember distinctly hating it. I hated clowns. I still hate clowns. What was up with my family dressing me up like a clown year after year?!  I must admit that compared to the other kids in the neighborhood, the quality of my costume was pretty pimp, but look at me.... Just look at me.  Let’s just say it was the Mocking That Could Be Heard ‘Round the Neighborhood.

I believe this is 1981.  That’s my grandmother in the witch mask.  My costume is “Dork”.

Oh, this is my favorite.  1985, the year I wanted to marry Turbo and Ozone and potentially save Miracles.  Ah, Breakin’.  Where art thou, fine cinema?  Clearly we were at a point where I was choosing my own Halloween costumes and let me just say, I think this is kind of creative. The execution leaves something to be desired, but I blame the ‘80’s. I was a graffiti wall.  I have no idea where I came up with that.

Tonight, I will be staying in, as I have much work to be done and while I don’t really care for slasher flicks (they don’t scare me as much as startle and annoy me), I may indulge in some campy old school classics if I can find one playing while strategically avoiding the candy bowl.  Note to self:  buy things you hate like Twizzlers and anything that’s not chocolate.  I’ll also be waiting patiently to see Reilly in this costume. I helped choose it and well… it’s a good one!

So… what kind of mischief are you getting into tonight?